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Mother Nature	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Robin wasn't sure what the feeling was on him, but he didn't care because it felt good. He didn't even care where it was coming from and where it was on him—because it traveled through his entire frame—as long as it was there. He didn't want this amazing, unknown feeling to go away, so he tried to cling to it. But, maybe he didn't have to? What if the one giving him this feeling, if that was its place of origin, was going to let him keep it regardless? That would definitely be kind of them. The feeling was so nice that he didn't care about anything else. Well, maybe he wished to know who was giving this feeling to him and why. But other than that, he just wanted the feeling to s
Feeling the sensation more between his ears now, Robin tilted his head to the left to get as close to it as possible. The feeling was almost caress-like. Then he felt something grip his ear affectionately and tug it ever so gently. With more of his canine instinct gaining control, Robin wanted to roll over on his back and feel the sensation on his tummy. He realized he was already on his back, however, and was probably in that position the whole time. Closing his eyes, he tried to scoot backwards with his feet to see if the feeling could move to his stomach, but the top of his head bumped into something. A whine escaped him when he realized he couldn't move much. But the sensation came back quickly, pressing down on the top of his head and relaxing him. He felt his hair being pushed back as the feeling traveled from his forehead and back to the top of his head again. It repeated constantly, making Robin drowsy again.
That was odd, wasn't it? One moment he was fully awake and, the next, was feeling sleepy. Unless he had been asleep the whole time? Robin soon wondered where he was. Moving just his eyes, he noticed that darkness surrounded him. Which was odd because he could see himself just fine. Confusion filled him then. Maybe he really was asleep! If that was true, then- Robin closed his eyes tight and then began to slowly open them…

Robin's eyes fluttered open. He blinked several times due to the overhead lights. Soon, he felt the pressure of a hand on his head. It felt great. He'd forgotten all about the dream he had with the same sensation he felt now.
"Good morning." Still slightly groggy from his deep slumber, Robin slowly turned his head and blinked. Sitting in a chair was Slade. He was leaning over his bed, one arm laid out in front of him while the other was behind his head. His hand was petting him in between his ears. "Sleep well?" With eyes half open, Robin glanced around and saw that he wasn't in the infirmary, like his first thought was. The room wasn't his either. So where was he? Robin had been in this room before, but only for a very brief time. He couldn't quite remember it. "You're in my bed, just so you know." Robin seemed undisturbed by this notion for a moment before he jolted. He was in Slade's bedroom, lying in his bed, with Slade right next to him. Seeing his expression, Slade laughed gently. "You don't need to worry, little bird. I've only been petting you. I have not performed perverse actions upon you. I would never do that to you if you were sleeping. But, now that you're awake…"
This got Robin's attention instantly. Closing his eyes, he turned his face away, lifted his arms, and grabbed Slade's hand and arm with both hands, trying to shove it away. "Stop it. 'M not a dog."
"No, but you have been acting like one," Slade informed, not moving no matter how hard Robin tried. "You must have been dreaming while I was petting you because you leaned into my touch. Perhaps you wanted to have something else petted?"
"Nuh-uh!"
Slipping his hand underneath the one on top of his head, Robin managed to push it away. But then Slade did the strangest thing: he spread out their fingers. Robin froze and then looked at their hands. His were obviously smaller than Slade's, but that's not what was strange about it. It was the strange act of doing this that got his attention. 'What was the point' was the big question. What did doing this signify? Robin felt so confused. All he could do was look at him with a questioning gaze. Slade just stared back with firm, emotionless eyes.
After a few more seconds, Robin slowly lowered his hand back down. Slade did the same but with his whole arm.
"Why'd you do that?" Robin asked softly.
"Despite who we are and what we do, we're still the same," Slade said wisely. Robin didn't get it. "Perhaps that's an explanation for another time." Robin wanted to know now, but decided not to venture. After a few more seconds of silence, Slade started to stand, placing his hands on the edge of the bed for momentum. "Anyway, I made sure to rid that robot of his poison blades. The gash on your arm isn't too severe. I don't want you using it too much until it's fully healed though." Slade placed his chair back in front of his desk. "Breakfast is on the table."
Robin watched Slade leave the room, the door closing behind him. He sat there in bed for a little while longer before falling back down, placing his arm across his eyes, and sighing.
"Damn you…"
Slade made Robin feel odd, more so than ever now. It was the touch, he decided. He first had felt it when he had kissed him. It was getting stronger with each new advance and it drove Robin crazy. He loved Starfire and he almost felt like he was betraying her.
She betrayed you first.
Robin clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. There was a small bit of truth in that. Starfire had agreed on kicking him out of Titans Tower along with the others. It hurt him to hear her verdict on the matter. He was sure she felt hurt too, but she could've said no regardless, but she hadn't. Robin's ears bent back and all the way down as he replayed their meeting in his head. He was still and silent, but a tear tracked out of the corner of his left eye. Robin missed them so much that it really hurt. What he wouldn't give to see their happy, smiling faces again…
Quickly sitting up, Robin rubbed his arm across his eyes vigorously. He shouldn't cry. They did what they had to do and it was all for the best. Besides, he was working on controlling his instinctual urges. Maybe one day he would return to Jump City and see the Titans. He would show them that it was okay for him to be on the team again. That would be his determination for the next year or two. Robin would never forget his friends and he would see all of them together one day. He felt it to be so, in the bottom of his heart.

After one extra day of bed rest, Robin was up and doing chores again. He had to use his right arm only, so it was somewhat of a pain to do them. But he persevered. Robin was now outside underneath a tree with thick branches. With his right hand, he gripped the lowest branch and was doing pull-ups, to strengthen his arm. The left was held in front of his chest in bandages. Every once in a while he wanted to grab the branch with both hands but quickly remembered that he couldn't. After two hundred pull-ups, Robin dropped down and worked on regaining his breath as he made his way for the house. A cold glass of water was calling to him from inside and he would welcome it with open…well, with an open hand. Going to the fridge when he entered the kitchen, he grabbed the pitcher and then grabbed a cup from the dish drainer. He drank not one, not two, but three glasses of cold water and it was very refreshing. When he had cooled off, he put the cup in the sink, the pitcher in the fridge, and then had to use the bathroom.
Elsewhere, Slade was in the dojo, looking at several test tubes with the blue poison in them. He was working on a counter-poison and he needed to test the tubes to see what the poison was made out of. There was no telling if the person that wanted Robin, and would pay hunters to capture him, would come up with another way to poison him again. So the antidote was necessary. It was more of a precaution than anything else. Slade was going to keep Robin safe, no matter what.
Something suddenly beeped a few feet from Slade's left. Grabbing the edge of the work bench, he slid himself in his chair over to a monitor. Camera footage was playing on the screen. It was of Robin doing his pull-ups with the tree. He was bare-chested and working up a sweat. Slade zoomed in to watch him. He observed how his legs would always fold as he pulled up and then straighten out when he came back down. Looking higher, Slade watched his stomach sink in when he was at the bottom and also as he was reaching the top. His back always stayed perfectly straight and the lower half of his body never swung. Robin was very composed and his breathing was steady. The muscles in his arm tightened and then released with each up and down motion. Slade was amazed at his indefatigability and strength. Robin was doing all right in his eye.
After his two-hundredth pull-up, he saw Robin drop down fluidly and then head inside. With the footage taped, Slade rewound it and zoomed into his stomach even more. Then he put it in slow motion and started watching it all over again. After staring at the not-so-distinguishable abs for a few more seconds, Slade couldn't help but lick his suddenly dry lips. He stared even more intently at the belly dance-like motion of Robin's stomach and was flowing into a trance.
The next thing Slade saw was the tightening of the stomach under a large, bare hand that he recognized as his own. It pressed firmly to the left side abs and then moved back and forth only a few centimeters across it. His other hand appeared, this time closer to Robin's right hip. As the hand gently squeezed it, his back arched slightly and Slade heard a sound halfway between a gasp and a moan coming from him. Soon he saw more of the big picture. His head was just above Robin's crotch and his eyes were closed as he licked his stomach. Slade's right hand moved to his breast and massaged it with his palm. Robin released another half-growl, half-moan when he moved to his penis and engulfed the head. Robin jerked his head back, his mouth wide open as he cried out softly. Slade sucked and licked the hardening organ, his saliva covering every inch of penis and ball sack. Robin was now panting and moaning as the hot mouth ensnared him in its blissful trap. He gripped Slade's white hair tightly, his spread legs tightening with each new suck. His back remained arched and his body jerked as the throat muscles tightened around him.
Back in the lab in his chair, Slade had his own legs spread, his feet planted firmly on the floor. His belt was slack behind him. In his right hand, he held his penis and was jerking his hand on it as he masturbated with the image in his head. His eyes were closed and his moans came out as grunts more than anything else. His erection was swelling almost to twice its normal size and veins covered it as the blood rushed to it. After a few more jerks of his hand, Slade stopped, let the intense pleasure linger for five seconds, and then jerked his hand a final time. Cum burst out of the tip and fell with a splat on the edge of the chair and concrete floor. Instead of crying out, he grunted loudly. His limp hand moved a few more times on his shaft before he stopped completely and tried to regain his breath.
Putting his arms on the arm rests, Slade relaxed and leaned his head back. It only took a minute for him to regain composure. Slowly lifting his head and opening his eyes, he reached for the monitor power button and pushed it to turn it off. The screen flashed to black. Sitting up straighter, Slade stuffed his penis back in his pants, zipped himself, and buckled his belt back into place. He then got up, reorganized his work area, and then headed for the house.
Robin stretched and yawned as he headed down the hallway. Reaching Slade's room without much thought, he headed straight for the bed. He really needed a nap after working so hard half the day. Besides, his arm throbbed and he needed to relax it. Pulling back the covers, he got in, turned on his right side, and laid his bandaged arm in front of him. His fingers gently gripped the sheet. He closed his eyes and inhaled and exhaled a deep, loud breath. Once he was content, Robin drifted off to sleep, not knowing Slade was watching from the doorway.
Robin slept the entire night and was up at six-thirty. Before using the bathroom and getting up for breakfast, he did a few crunches on the bed and then stretched out with a sharp inhale and a strange noise that stayed mostly in his throat. When he was satisfied, he turned easily on the silky sheets and then jumped to his feet. After his business was done, he went to the kitchen and readied himself a bowl of sweetened rice Chex with soy milk. He didn't know where Slade was, but didn't really care. As long as he wasn't around, Robin was content.
That content didn't last long as Slade entered the kitchen a few minutes later, bringing in his tool box and setting it on the counter by the sink. Robin glanced at him out of the corner of his eye as he drank the remaining milk in his bowl, wondering what he planned on doing. After the bowl was empty, he set it down and looked at Slade better.
"What're you doing?"
Slade put up one finger without looking at him, left the kitchen for almost a minute, and then returned with a new sink. He set it on the table and then fished out some screws. "I bought you your garbage disposal."
Robin blushed slightly in embarrassment. "I didn't actually mean it. I was just annoyed and blurted something out."
Slade just shrugged and then left again for another minute. He returned, this time with a new faucet and tubing for the drain. Robin was mildly stoic as he watched him get to work on removing the old sink and tubes.
"You won't be able to use any water for a few hours," Slade said as he took everything out of the sink cupboard. Grabbing a wrench, he got on his back and moved underneath the sink to loosen the base of the drain tube. Robin got up to place his bowl on the opposite counter, to keep it out-of-the-way. "If you need to use the bathroom, you'll have to do it outside."
Leaning his elbow on the edge of the counter, Robin stood next to Slade, looking down at him. "Want any help?"
"No. You need to keep that arm safe. Do some meditation or something."
Robin saw Slade set a nut beside him and then let the tube hang before standing up straight and heading out. Slade continued his work in silence, one knee up while the other leg was straight out. Deciding to do something with one of the trees, Robin went outside, found a slightly thin, white-spotted one, and started clawing at it with his right hand. In only a couple of minutes, the tree snapped and tipped. Robin heard it crash to the forest floor and felt the tremor under his feet. Walking to the fallen trunk, he grabbed the end with his right hand and started dragging it more towards the open area of the property. Placing one foot at six feet from the bottom, he tilted the end up and snapped it. He heard the wood splinter and break as he did it. Robin then sat down, bent his knees so that they were up, and held the piece of wood with both hands in between his slightly spread legs, staring at it in concentration. Once he had an image in his head, he started to carefully dig into the wood with a claw on the smoother end.
For the next two and a half hours, Robin carved a figure out of the trunk piece, taking off big chunks at a time. Now he was carving small details into the blocky figure. The shape was coming along nicely and he was satisfied with the look so far. After another hour, he was rubbing his thumb across the rougher edges, trying to smooth it out better. This took about forty-five minutes to complete. When he was completely done, he set the wood figure in the palm of his hand and examined it.
Robin had made a sitting wolf figurine. Its snout was to the sky, howling. The tail was wrapped around its haunches and the ears were back. Robin smiled at it, feeling accomplished. After a few minutes, he got up and headed inside to show Slade. Entering the kitchen, he saw him installing the faucet to the sink.
"Can I show you something?" Robin asked carefully.
Slade adjusted the faucet until it was perfectly straight and then turned his head to see him. Robin stepped closer and held the wood wolf out to him. Carefully taking it in his hand, Slade examined it, turning it over a few times as he looked at the amazing detail. He felt how smooth it was with his pointer finger. When he was done after a few minutes, he handed it back.
"It's very good."
"I want to mail it to the Titans."
Slade just jerked his head up in a nod and then turned back to the sink. "I will buy a box and bubble wrap to ship it in. You should write your friends a letter."
Robin smiled. "Thanks. And I will."
Turning around, Robin went off to Slade's room. Going to his desk, he set the figure down and sat in his chair. He grabbed paper, a pen, and wrote up a quick letter, telling the Titans that he wanted them to have the wolf figurine and that it was a token of their friendship and that he'd see them all again one day. Once satisfied with it, he folded it in half and then set the figure on top of it. Yawning, Robin went back to the bed and crawled onto it, plopping down on his stomach and rubbing his head into the pillow briefly. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and then tried to fall asleep. He didn't know how much time had passed before he felt the blanket being pulled over top of him. Not bothering to open his eyes, he continued to snooze, his arms tucked under the pillow. His head was turned so that his face faced the right. He breathed slow and deeply, ignoring whatever sounds Slade was making at his desk. After a while he heard him leave, the door closing gently behind him. Thinking that maybe he was going to go buy a box and bubble wrap, Robin tried harder to fall asleep. Within minutes, he was out like a light, hardly remembering anything.

The front door opened and Slade walked inside. He set the keys to his car and house in the small, wooden tray on the tall, square table and then headed for his bedroom. It was about time for Robin to wake up and get a normal sleep schedule. He needed to rebandage his arm anyway and it was easier to do that when the hurt party was awake. Entering his room, he walked straight to the edge of the bed and shook Robin's shoulder. He twitched in his deep sleep, but that was it. Crouching, Slade lowered the blanket from his arm and pulled him onto his back by the shoulder. He then shook him again, harder this time.
"Robin, you have to wake up."
Robin's eyes tightened and he groaned heavily in his sleep. Sighing out of his nose, Slade lifted his eyelid and saw his eyeball moving rapidly in his sleep. That meant he was dreaming, and heavily at that. Slade wondered what he was dreaming about, so he listened, in case he spoke in his sleep. For several minutes Robin laid completely still and quiet. So Slade tried waking him up again, shaking his shoulder and speaking to him. Suddenly, Robin's eyes seemed to open just a few centimeters and he parted his lips only a tiny bit. Slade shook his shoulder one more time.
"Mmm, Slade…" Robin mumbled.
"You have to wake up now," Slade said. "You've been sleeping too much." Robin's eyes continued to open centimeter-by-centimeter, but it seemed he was still asleep. He said something, but Slade didn't catch it. He leaned in closer. "Hm?"
In his half asleep state, Robin was looking dimly at Slade. Slowly lifting his hand, he touched his jawline. "Slade…?"
"Yes?" Robin touched more of his cheek, using two fingers instead of one. "Robin…?"
Leaning up towards his face more, Robin parted his lips and reached for Slade's mouth. "Kiss…" he breathed.
Slade chuckled lightly. "No."
"Please…"
Slade ran his hand through his hair. "Maybe."
Placing his hand near his neck, Robin hesitantly touched his lips for only a moment then stopped. His eyes closed and his hand faltered. Slade waited patiently, knowing his mind was trying to force him awake. Not long after, his eyes began to open again and he seemed to be gaining consciousness. He was coming out of his slumber, little-by-little. Slade leaned his face in again, to where their noses were almost touching, and gently gripped his hair. Softly kissing Robin, who opened his mouth a little wider, he slipped his tongue in between his lips and touched the tip of his own. It jerked to meet his and they pressed them together. Soon, they were kissing each other a little harder. Robin's eyes were still partly closed and he was breathing rather hard, but that was the lack of oxygen from sleep mainly. Realizing this, Slade hoped his brain was still groggy enough to not come to his senses about the kissing.
That hope was soon crushed when Robin said, "N-No…" Slade tilted his head back to kiss harder, trying to shut him up, but Robin wouldn't have it. "Slade, s-stop. I can't…" Listening to him for once, Slade grabbed his hand, lowered it off his neck, and stared at him. "I d-don't want you, I want S-Starfire…"
Placing his arm down, Slade stood up and stared down at him. "She hurt you."
Robin lowered his gaze. "So did you. More than once."
"…I deserve that." Robin smiled weakly. "What were you dreaming about?"
Robin looked at him. "Her."
Slade smirked. "You sure? Because you spoke my name when you were still asleep."
Sitting up, Robin grinned. "You must be hearing things. You want me to dream about you, so you thought it and heard it in my voice when I spoke."
"Your theory is plausible, but I doubt it," Slade said lightheartedly. Robin just shrugged. "All right, get up and I'll make you lunch."
Turning, Slade left the room. After some stretching and yawning, Robin got out of bed, used the bathroom, and then headed for the kitchen. Entering, he saw Slade fishing out sandwich ingredients from the refrigerator.
"Turkey and ham for me," Robin piped up as he sat down.
Slade shook his head. "I'm going to make you one of my specialties."
Robin frowned playfully. "Ew, surprises. Me no like."
"And don't peek."
"Fine."
For the next several minutes, Slade made Robin's sandwich, which consisted of turkey, roast beef, mayonnaise, lettuce, relish, blue cheese dressing, chopped onions, and barbeque sauce. Then he lightly toasted it in the microwave—it was a multipurpose microwave that Slade had constructed himself. With plate in hand, he walked over to the table and set it down in front of him.
"While you eat, I'm going to rebandage your arm."
Robin just nodded and then lifted the sandwich, which was on multi-grain bread, and sniffed it. Slade just shook his head before going to get the first aid-kit. Once his scent inspection was complete, Robin took a small bite and taste-tested the sandwich. Slade then returned with the first-aid kit box. He was taking a bigger bite when he sat down next to him and opened the box. Robin's eyes widened before closing and he moaned lowly. Slade jerked his head up in surprise at hearing it. For ten seconds Robin savored the taste of the bite and then swallowed it. Once he recomposed himself, he stared hungrily at the sandwich.
"Can I marry this sandwich?"
Robin took an even larger bite as Slade chuckled. "I'll never make you anything else again."
Thinking that was a great plan, Robin continued eating the amazing sandwich in silence while Slade worked on his arm. About ten minutes later and both were done with their task. When every bite of sandwich was consumed, Robin leaned back in the chair and sighed in content while Slade put his supplies away.
"Best sandwich ever." Slade smiled softly in his direction and then suddenly blinked when he noticed something. Seeing him out of the corner of his eye, Robin thought something was wrong. "What?" Standing, Slade stepped closer to him, leaned over, and licked the corner of his mouth. Robin blushed, looking disturbed. "Hey now…"
Ignoring him, Slade moved to his ear and whispered seductively, "I want you."
Robin blushed a deeper shade of red. Standing up straight, Slade grabbed the first-aid kit box and walked away. Robin stared across to the other side in silence, hearing the words repeat in his head. Soon his eyes narrowed despairingly.
"But-" Robin let out a heavy breath. "I don't know."
Putting his elbows on the table, Robin placed his head in his hands and stared off into space. He didn't know what to think anymore. His feelings were all over the place and he couldn't catch them all. Unnoticeable to him, his tail touched his outer thigh and moved back and forth, as though it was caressing him in a comforting way. Robin also wouldn't notice that it relayed his inner thoughts that he couldn't feel himself. His tail seemed to notice things that he didn't. He wouldn't know that it was trying to tell him things without words. If he did, then things would be different.
But, maybe there was still hope. In his stupor, Robin saw a flicker of Slade rescuing him from the freeway cliff before he lost consciousness. Next he saw him and Slade running through the trees, trying to beat the other in their race. He could see, but not hear, them speaking and laughing after Slade had fallen onto his branch. Then he saw him grab him after the hunter had shot him and comforted him before he lost consciousness. His dream from last night then came back. He had lied to Slade about what he saw, just to stop him from feeling bad about the comment he made. In truth, Robin really had been dreaming about the man, which had a remnant of a memory to it.
One day, way back when he was Slade's apprentice, Robin had been in an obstacle course for the first time, to test his reflexes when something got in his way. He didn't know about the surprises in store; Slade didn't bother telling him about them since it would be a spur of the moment kind of thing. Near the end, Robin had to avoid laser fire from robots that were in a tank of water. To get to the other side, he had to grapple his way over. A laser beam had severed the wire and he had fallen in. As he had been under, the robots continued to fire at him. He had been severely burned and cut up from the heat, but he had fought back nonetheless and finished the course. But in his dream, it had been different. Instead, Slade had dived in once he saw the wire break and swam after him. While fending off against the robots single-handedly, he managed to swim Robin to safety and place him back on dry land. Robin's eyes had been closed and his mouth partly open. Slade had picked him up in his arms and held him close. That's when he had spoken his name in both his dream's partial consciousness and half-asleep state. Robin had been saved by him and he was truly grateful for it. So much, in fact, that he wanted to thank Slade in some way. Thus, he asked for a kiss, not realizing why he wanted such a thing. But it seemed to be the only thing he could think of; the only thing that seemed to matter to him.
When his recollections passed, Robin lowered his arms and stared at his hands. Still slightly spacing off, he saw a faded hand that was larger than his own on top of his right one. After he slowly spread out his fingers, the other hand's fingers curled and gripped it. As Robin started curling his hands into fists, the hand slowly faded away. Then he reopened them a bit, feeling something deep within his core.

To Be Continued…
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